Mr Lucas had contacted them as promised so they were expecting me and we discussed the procedures for the formal release of his funds. There was less ...than fifteen thousand pounds, a remarkably meagre return on a lifetime of brilliant scientific achievement. It was further confirmation that Uncle Albert’s motivation in life had not been financial. I commented as much to the bank manager, who had an apologetic air as if thinking I might blame him for the lack of riches. ‘Yes,’ he replied. ‘Maybe. Jacobs?" The lawyer from Marta's firm had arrived. He was a tall reedy type with glasses dressed flawlessly in a pinstripe grey suit with a bright blue tie and carrying a briefcase."Hello Wilbur, I am glad to see you. Ken is getting his arm x-rayed. Are you aware of what happened out at the lodge?" Yes ma'am, I am. My brother Wilbur is out there keeping Mrs. Horne out of trouble. Walter Neilson at your service Ma'am." My apologies Walter. Are you and Wilbur twins?" Yes ma'am, don't worry about. " From the city?" Uh ... no, from this world."Mirage stared at him for a minute then lifted her glass and finished her drink, getting up and grabbing the crystal carafe. She refilled his drink and her own before setting the carafe in front of her. "Then ... where are you from?"He let out a slow breath and took another hit of the potent brew. With his constitution, he could finish the whiskey in the carafe and another on top of that before he'd even begin to feel it. "It's hard to explain." He. We hang out in that chat room sometimes.” He grinned. “We log in as Neil69.” Jonathan felt his stomach flip. He’d chatted with Neil69 before. Several times. They had actually been really hot exchanges. He glared at them. “So … what? You just hang out there to mock the fags? Have a good laugh imagining them getting off?” They both look horrified. “No!” protested Gavin. “God, no!” Peter shook his head vehemently. “It’s, ah, something we sometimes do … when, you know, we feel like …” he trailed.